Rhys blocked my way in an underground parking garage near the boundary between our packs.His SUV stood sideways across the exit. He waited in front of its headlights, his eyes frighteningly red. When he saw me, he threw the car keys at my feet.“You always wanted to leave, didn’t you? This time, I won’t stop you. Take the car.”I looked at the keys but did not bend to pick them up.On my nineteenth birthday, Rhys had parked that same car by the river and told me, “Elara, if anyone ever traps you, I’ll help you escape.”Later, he became the first person to trap me.Whenever I tried to leave, he blocked the door.Stop making a scene.Get in the car.I’m taking you home.He believed he was protecting me. In reality, he was only forcing me back into the place he had decided was right for me.I stepped around the keys and kept walking.Rhys’s voice broke. “You don’t even want the car?”I stopped. “Rhys, I do not need your car in order to leave.”Something trembled in his eyes. “And Callum?
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